Soulero Poem by Aldo Kraas

Soulero



I will be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
To everyone here at home
And then I will raise my arms up
So that I can climb on that tree
But my soul is thirsty for that love
And my spirit is at rest here at home
Also my mind is filled with thoughts of home
And the thoughts about home are pleasant

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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